I was recently on a plane heading to San Francisco to attend a business event. On the flight I was just uncomfortable. I felt physically exhausted, anxious, and a bit squished into my seat. My legs were jittery and nervous and I needed to move, so after the plane gets up in the air, I took a brief walk up to the restroom. Settling back into my seat, I decide to turn on some music to take my mind off my jitters. “Maybe I could write”, I thought, I felt the muse pushing me (which is not uncommon when I fly). I could hear my blood running through my veins and the heaviness of tangly nerves laying on top of my muscles, squeezing, moving, and tingling without a thought. “Ok, I will write about that, about how my legs were feeling, and the rest of my body, I’ll direct some energy there instead.” I clicked the little white button on my ear buds and the muse brought me the rhythmic and entrancing music of Anoushka Shankar’s “Buleria con Ricardo” and here’s what happened:

That Tingle – There it is Again

TAP
tap tap fingers snap

my soul in rhythm to my body’s nerves
tingle wiggle
CLAP
my blood flows thick
through my legs like mercury running
slow
fast
slow
like the maestro’s
hands on the keys running through time
running through me
through scales
through my brain
FLIP
switch clap tingle wiggle snap
steady
now is the background beat
that fills the space between my brain
THAT

we dare not touch
heart mind spirit-breath
snap tickle-touch
stirring round round
flowing down down
the spine into my feet
like clay they stand
HARD
hardened
harpooned by their spears
of doubt
self dosed drug-induced
wriggle wrinkle warp
LOST
from self

denial
disdain demon-dust

shaking it down

whirl whirl twirl twirling
ahhhhhhh
and there it is again
that tingle
not of nerves
NO
nor wretched pain
but now it’s pounding

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Sandy is a marketing and design professional and owner of Sandy Hibbard Creative, Inc. As a creative writer, Sandy offers her poetry and prose to Saturday Soul, a journey that began many years ago in her journals and first appeared on SaturdaySoul.com in 2009. "This is my outlet for poetry, prose and deep thinking on all things soulish.
I love the weekend. Saturday and Sunday are my favorite days, they bring a hope of rest and soul contemplation that in my crazy world of marketing and advertising I have little time for Monday through Friday. Saturday Soul is an extension of that feeling in blog form."
You can also read Sandy's travel blog at www.2sistersinparis.com.
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